how dumb of it was me to assume i had met the love of my life this early. i had barely begun. barely started to understand who i am and how i think. how naive it was of me to imagine you were going to be there my whole life. how unfair it was of myself to plan a future as if i wasn’t thriving enough on my own. as if you made me beautiful. i made myself beautiful. i still make myself beautiful. and the love of my life could be out there somewhere. or it could be right here staring right back at me.